Question

Here is a poem I made for writing class!

Simple things of every day
Whispers its words as it passes by
Gentle hands caress the love
From people who have things to say

The land of freedom has passed by
The golden opportunity of flight
Into the clouds of timid knowledge
Where life itself becomes lost

Because of simple reasons unknown
Our words have become high above
The golden truth of alleyways
Have always led us home

Answer 1

That's really good your really talented

Answer 2

This is very, romantic. I can tell you've been practicing, or at least a writer.

Answer 3

I believe you'd make it somewhere with you're beautiful words.

Answer 4

noice :]